Thursday, April 17, 2008

Funny Stuff (Mostly)

OMG this is so hilarious. I’m sitting in the BioMed building’s computer lab at the college I go to, and there’s this guy one row away from me with all these badass tatoos and stuff. So I look over and he’s wearing glasses, playing online chess! Okay, maybe that’s one of those, ‘You had to be there’ stories, but still. I love ironic humor. It’s like that Monty Python sketch ‘Hell’s Grannies.’ Good stuff.
Anyway, you know that guy I was talking about that blushed when his acting partner kissed him, and I said I was a little jealous? Well, I don’t have a crush on him again, I’m kinda sick of crushes right now, but I’m still very attracted. I just found out that he’s not a virgin, which surprises me a lot. I don’t know why I just assumed he was, but I guess it makes sense why he was so crushed when his girlfriend broke up with him. I think she was his first.
So, this guy, for convenience we’ll call him ‘Michael,’ hung out with me and ‘Meg’ on Tuesday night, and it was so much fun. I was really pissed I had to work the night shift that night, cuz it would’ve been so much fun to stay out with them all night. Anyway, we were all supposed to hang out tonight, but suddenly he remembers he has to go see ‘Cats’ with his mother! He couldn’t have told me, like, yesterday before I got all excited about it? He and Meg were giving me a hard time on Tuesday about me being a virgin, and grilling me about ‘how far’ I’ve gone, and it was really awful, but awful in a fun way, y’know? I have to admit I enjoy the attention.
The problem is, I think my fear of pre-marital sex has reached a pathological level. A couple of nights ago I actually had a nightmare about it. In fact, I didn’t even get to have the sex dream first, it was just about the aftermath! It was horrible. And now I’m even more terrified than I was before. Plus, at some level I feel that once I’ve had sex I can’t really be considered a kid anymore, and I’ll feel like I have to move out of my parents’ place, but I can’t afford to live around here and I need my nursing degree before I can. Plus I have this paranoid feeling that they’ll just know. I know it’s silly and they’re not mind-readers or anything, but I just can’t shake that feeling. I just feel like sex would change everything, and it scares me a lot.
Time for a change of subject. I’ve always been tall, and I feel even worse when I wear heels, but lately I’ve been giving them a try because the higher up I am the slimmer I look haha. But I have absolutely no experience in walking in heels, and I broke my right ankle a few years ago so it’s weak, so I have serious issues trying to get around in them. So yesterday after choir I made the mistake of walking across some grass with Michael and his friend, and I did this total slow-motion fall. My right ankle gave out (the traitor) and I thought, okay, maybe I can get up. Finally after a few seconds of extremely awkward struggling I realized that I wasn’t going to make it and I had to give in and fall over in a pile. Luckily I have very little pride and just starting cracking up, but it was a little embarrassing in front of Michael. One upside, though, is I know that he actually sincerely cares about me as a friend, because he ran over to help me instead of standing there and laughing, like many would. In fact I wouldn’t have blamed him if he had - I mean, even I have to admit it was hilarious. ‘Sides, if you can’t laugh at yourself, you have no right laughing at anyone else. And I love laughing at people.

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Friday, April 11, 2008

Acting Class

Yesterday something interesting occured. I was on my way to choir class when the guy I had a crush before comes up behind me, touches my arm to slow me down, and starts talking to me. Okay, I’m finally over him, and now he starts paying attention to me? When I liked him before, he’d never make physical contact with me, and except for when he sat with me at luch sometimes he never really tried to get my attention - I was always the one trying to get his. What gives?
‘Meg’ says he just misses the attention I gave him back when I had a crush on him, and that makes sense. I mean, a lot of actors (including myself, I think) are ‘attention whores’. So since I haven’t had a crush on him in the last few weeks he’s lost his follower. Oh well. He’s still a nice guy and I don’t mind chatting with him occaisionally. I’m just not going to go out of my way to do that now.
Remember last time when I said I had a lot to talk about? Well, it seems that I have successfully forgotten completely what all of that was. It’s sitting somewhere in my head, but I’m having a hard time getting it out.
Oh! Here’s one of the things I wanted to write. I think I’m a bad person. At least horribly shallow. There’s this guy in my acting class, ‘Tim’, who I think might have a crush on me. Now I’ve been single for something like four years, so I should be jumping with joy right about now. Problem is, I am in no way physically attracted to him. Personality-wise, he’s great. Nice, funny, all that. But I’m just not into him at all. Hopefully it’s just my imagination. I’m not going to do anything about it. Hopefully it’ll just blow over without a problem. Still, what’s wrong with me that I can’t look past appearances? I’ve always flattered myself in the thought that looks weren’t overly important to me, but obviously I’ve been kidding myself. It’s strange the things you find out about yourself in an acting class.
Speaking of acting classes, my scene’s going pretty well. I’m able to act pretty sexy without being completely mortified. We’ve been going over them in class, and it’s a lot of fun to watch other peoples’ scenes too. Actually, sometimes it can be hilarious. Like on Monday a pair went and in the scene the girl has to kiss the guy - just a peck on the lips, but it hadn’t even occurred to those two until the teacher suggested it. So they had to try it out for the first time in class! The girl was so brave, she just went right up and kissed him on the lips, and the guy just turned bright red! He completely stopped his lines and it was obvious he was in some kind of mental distress. It was very cute. I have to say I was a little jealous of the girl, ’cause I used to have a crush on this guy (Meg doesn’t think he’s worthy of me anyway - even though he’s like the one straight guy I’ve had a crush on recently), but it was still great to watch. Acting class is awesome!

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Thursday, April 10, 2008

Spring Break Part II

I have so much going on in my head lately, and I want to write about it, but since I had a ‘Spring Break Part I’ there should, logically, be a ‘Spring Break Part II.’ Even though I usually try to go against logic if I can help it, I do want to finish telling about my trip, because if I move on to other topics I won’t come back to this one.

So anyway, after Vegas we drove to the Grand Canyon - and it was, of course, BEAUTIFUL. It’s so amazing. ‘Meg’ finds it boring, but I really like it. I suppose it depends on your personality. I’m not a huge nature nut - I can’t even stand to go camping very often because I hate going without a real shower for very long - but I still find myself in awe of it. I’ve been there once before when I was little, and I enjoyed it even more then. I loved that my parents rented us a cabin, and that time we were on the North Rim, so it was really foresty (I love forests). This time we went to the South Rim, and while it was still beautiful it was more of a desert environment. I like desert okay, but I grew up in a desert environment, so it’s not as much of a novelty as a forest is. But the canyon itself didn’t disappoint, of course.

I actually climbed right up to the edge and sat with my feet dangling over. Yes, I know it’s stupid. My mom said there were people watching me while I was sitting there, waiting to see, in her words, how many times I’d ‘bounce’ when I fell off. Doncha just love my mom? Seriously. But it was a serious rush, let me tell ya. I didn’t even stand up right on the edge, I scooted back on my butt a few yards before I even risked getting up on my hands and knees. I was shaking like crazy. I’m not usually that scared of heights, but when you’re that high up with nothing to hold onto and a huge canyon just stretching out below you in all directions, it can give your system a little shock. I’m not doing that again in a hurry, I promise you.

Oh, and while I was there we had to use the public showers ’cause our little a-line pop-up trailer had none, which is no biggie. But I had brushed my teeth back in the trailer, and I’m a sort of messy brusher and there’s no mirror in the trailer. So we get to the shower building and it’s closed for a minute so they can clean it. (Hint: When using public showers, try to hit them right after they’ve been cleaned - preferably with bleach.) So while we were waiting I got in a conversation with this random guy. Later, after the showers reopened, I walked by a mirror and looked at it, and to my horror I had dried toothpaste all over my mouth. OMG I looked like the white female version of that Dave Chappelle character that does all the crack.

But soon my self confidence was reassured. I had just stepped out of the shower and was standing in front of the mirror trying to brush the tangles out of my hair when this girl and her mom walk up to the shower. This girl was talking in those whiny voices you hear from the higher-class daddy’s girls. She goes, ‘…and my pedicure came off one of my feet. Oh my gosh as soon as I get home I’m going to the spa and getting a facial. Camping is so stressful….(etc etc etc)’ I just wanted to crack up. I mean, I thought I was being a priss for hating to go without a real shower. And we weren’t even in the serious camping area. The area we were in was the mostly trailers area, some tents maybe, but we weren’t more than a five minute drive from civilization. She was acting like we were camped out in the Australian wilderness or something! So yes, I have to admit that I felt a little bit better about myself after overhearing this. I’m sure she was just having a bad day…

So the trip was pretty good. If you ever go, though, don’t eat at the Arizona Room, their food is overpriced, not all that great, and I’m pretty sure my dad got food poisoning there. Ick. Other than that we went at the perfect time of year and I’m glad I got to go back. Next time I have lots to talk about, if I don’t forget it all by then…

 

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Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Spring Break Part I

Well, I’ve been gone for Spring Break for a week, and I’ve been *gasp* separated from the internet! Oh the horror. I did a bunch of stuff over the last week, so I’ve got a lot to talk about. I’m not going to put it all in this entry, though, because I don’t feel like writing a really long one today. Basically I went to Las Vegas to visit my cousins ‘Rachel’ and ‘Sunny’ and Sunny’s two kids ‘Lily’ (2ish) and ‘Grace’ (1ish). Sunny’s my cousin, not my sister, but I still think of Lily and Grace as my nieces, and I absolutely adore them. I always bring them a present when I come over (as the saying goes, ‘Presents endear absents’) and Lily’s already figured that out. When I left she asked me if I’d bring her a princess book next time. She’s got me figured out, but I don’t mind. They’re sharp kids.

I’ll stop there, because I know from experience it can get boring listening to people carrying on about their kids/grandkids/nieces/nephews for a really long time. Suffice it to say I love ‘em both. I also went to Spamalot at the Wynn - it was so wrong in so many ways - and I LOVED it! I even bought a sweatshirt that says ‘I’m not dead yet…’ on it. It’s funny to see peoples’ reactions when they read it. Most people who know the reference are very enthusiastic - one random guy I walked by just yelled, ‘Yeah! Monty Python!’ and kept walking. What’s really amusing, though, is when the people obviously don’t know the reference. They give me looks like, ‘WTF?’ I love the sweater though. I hope it lasts a really, really long time so I can wear it in the nursing home. Can you imagine this little old lady in a wheelchair with a sweater that says ‘I’m not dead yet…’ on it? In fact, I want to be buried in it! A morbid joke, I know, but we must get amusement where we can… I also want ‘I told you I was sick’ inscribed on my urn. If I have an urn. I actually think I’d rather have my ashes scattered somewhere beautiful, if only to avoid the fate of grandma’s ashes in ‘Meet the Parents.’

On my vacation I also went to the Excalibur and gambled for the first time! I just did the slots because I’m not really confident enough to try the tables, and I bet $30, and won $43.75! Oh yeah, I beat the house a whole $13.75. I’m good. Honestly, I’m just happy I didn’t lose all my $30 like my mom did. She just played until it was gone. I can see how easy it is to get addicted to it, though. You’re always thinking that one more pull could be a winner. But I’m pretty happy with how I did, and it’ll be a while before I gamble again.

My dad also took my mom and I to Harrah’s to see the comedian/magician Mac King. Now, it might sound cheesy, but magic and comedy are how Steve Martin got his start, so I thought it’d be cool to see another guy who did stuff like that. I’m not comparing Mr. King to the great Steve Martin, of course, but I still thought he was hilarious. Plus, he did have some really impressive tricks. I would totally recommend him to anyone. I loved the show! Plus it’s not really, really expensive, which is a rarity for a good show in Vegas. Before the show he even comes out and does some card tricks with people waiting to get in, and afterwards he comes out and signs things. He seems like a really nice guy. When he saw my sweater he said, ‘I’m glad you’re not dead.’ So he must be nice, right? Otherwise he wouldn’t care if I was dead…Wink

Oh, and while I was there I saw three high-priced hookers! Now, I grew up in the Las Vegas area, and I’ve been in casinos quite a few times, even as a kid (most of the good movie theatres and stuff are in the casinos), but for some reason two and two never connected for me. For the first time I actually realized that the scantily (yet expensively) clad women walking around the casinos were hookers, and not just random girls out for a good time. Ah, goodbye to sweet naitivite… Not really, I’m still way more naive than the average 21-year-old I’m sure, but I don’t know whether the fact I can recognize prostitutes for what they are now is a good thing…

Anyway, after Vegas I went to the Grand Canyon, but I’m sick of typing right now so I’ll talk about it next time. The end!

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